AN: Bear with me, people, this story will become better over time as the story progresses.

:: :: A Fool To Be a Hero :: ::

By johnnylee619

Editor: blazethundr23

Act I: Rise

:: :: Chapter 1: A Boy's Hope :: ::

This is Berk, but let's just sum this place up and get to the good parts. Berk is a small village up north around the Barbaric Archipelago that is home to the Vikings, but also the hunting ground for the dragons.

Yes, there are dragons.

They come once around every month or two to raid, steal, kill, etc. Normally people would get their ass out of this god-forsaken place, but hey, this is the Vikings we're talking about; they have...stubborn issues. It is a civilization that always depend on strength, bravery, skills, and violence, which was why the war between the human race and dragon race had been going on for three hundred years.

Now, let's get back to the topic. Here on the quiet night of Berk became an angry war cry on both sides. The Vikings, getting ready their warriors, catapults, and all weapons. The Dragons, getting ready their comrades for battle by starting out in a V-formation, with the Gronckles on two edges - shielding their brothers in arms - with the Hideous Zipplebacks on the next line - ready for heavy aerial attack - with the Deadly Nadders on second place - ready to strike at anything that comes in harms way - with the Monstrous Nightmare on the front line - leading his colleagues to victory - and last but not least, the Night Fury. This species is known as the offspring of lighting and death itself; it never steals, it never show itself, and most of all-

BOOOOOOOOM!

"LOOK OUT!"

CRASH!

-it never misses...

It barely joins the fight since all it cares about is protecting its comrades, which was why it let the Nightmare take the lead. But there are more than meets the eye to its side of the story.

Killing this prized dragon can lead the victor going down in history, it will bring a great honor to his or her families for the next generation to come and forever. Which is why today, and tonight, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third is going to be the one to bring down this magnificent beast.

Yeah, great name, right?

As soon as the battle begins, as soon as the dragons reach it's mid-point, every one of them split up and steal as much food as the Vikings shoot, swing, capture, and kill as much of them as possible.

Hiccup felt like today was his lucky day. Many attempts had been made by this fifteen year old boy, but failed miserably.

As he left his house to join the fight, many gave him an angry glare, "What are you doing out here, boy?!" one yelled.

"Get back inside!" a female shouted, "Are you trying to get yourself killed again?!" and the list goes-

"Ahhhhhh! Morning!" screamed the third man as he accidentally tackled Hiccup. Well, not all are angry at him...

So now you're wondering why were the people giving him hating voices and hurtful enquires? Well, for starters, due to his many failed attempts on capturing the Night Fury, it had cost great damage to the village, as if he was actually helping the dragons to raid. The second was that Hiccup isn't like the other Vikings. He doesn't have the strength, the bravery, and the violence in him; what he does have are skills. Not like fighting or any types of physical involvement, but mainly his brain. He reads, he writes, he draws, he plans, and he invented numerous gadget. It goes to shows, he's smarter than them. He wasn't bulk or tall as the rest, he was weak and short as a fish bone (which became his nickname).

Why do you think he was named "Hiccup" in the first place? Because it is the definition of a runt.

As simple as you can say it, he's just different.

Running as fast as his skinny legs can carry him, he started cumulating his plan. First, he'll have to go to the Blacksmith shop to get his automatic bola-launcher, a dragon-catching machine he had made. He's the apprentice to his mentor, so it should give him full access to the place. Second, without getting suspicions from anyone (since he had caused way too much trouble in his life), he'll have to sneak quietly and quickly to a secluded area, so he can finally take down the beast and become the hero he'd always wanted to be.

No more hatred from others, no more teasing from others, no more pain, no more humiliation. All of that will soon be replace by appreciation, kindness, glory, respect, heroism, but most importantly...peace.

His life wasn't easy, but to explain it would take too long and too far, so the best way to say how it is, is that his life was HEL.

But now, there's a chance of redemption.

Hiccup's mind was so full in the thoughts of glory, his heart was so full of happiness, and his soul was so full of hope, everything went by so fast that somehow, he finds himself being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare screaming for dear life!

How did that happened?!

Well, first he makes it to his destination (setting his automatic bola-launcher by a near cliff), second was he stood patiently with his weapon aiming at the sky, third was a huge explosion by the catepults tower (these Vikings have a lot of catapults!), and fourth was him firing at the dark figure at the dark sky as it scream in horror of falling down. He did it, he thought. And with that joy of finally succeeding, he also found himself at the grip of the village chief's - Stoick the Vast - beefy left arm, and lying next to him, was the unconscious Nightmare previously chasing him. Looking ahead of himself, he can see all the destruction the dragon had cause for chasing him, which earned him a scowl from the rest of the villagers.

And there's one more thing you need to know about Stoick:

"Sorry...dad." Hiccup mumble.

And his feelings of salvation disappeared.

:: ::

In the morning...

"The gods hate me," Hiccup groaned. "Some people lose their knife or their mug. But no, not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon?!" He punched out at a low-hanging branch, but it snapped directly back into face, "OW!" he yelled.

After the disappointed conversation from his father, Hiccup tried to explain to him that - this time - he'd finally shot down a Night Fury, but as always...he wouldn't listen.

You can't blame the big guy though, Hiccup would always yell around saying that he shot down the mighty beast, but the search party always came back with nothing. It goes so far that no one bothered to listen to the boy anymore. Sometimes, when he mentioned anything about Night Fury, people would either yelled at him, getting a punch to the abdomen by his universal-ego cousin, Snotlout, or would laugh and simply ignore him. All of that consequence had happened to him during that night in one go, but this time, this time for sure he had hit one. Which was why he'd journeyed himself down to Raven's Point, where he can see clearly in the dark that night where the Night Fury had crash.

So far on his search: Nothing!

A bummer for him, and once he was about to give up and turn back, that particular branch that had struck him in the face seems to be in a very, very odd angle.

The whole tree was struck and torn down by some unknown forces, and following the position on where the tree was now lying down, the torn and crack dirt on the ground follows the path.

Almost as if something had crashed here.

Hiccup followed it. As he reached the end...his heart stopped.

What he is seeing now was the unstoppable, majestic, as dark as midnight, as deadlier as death itself, killing-machine known only as-

"Night Fury..." Yep, the legendary dragon, but you probably already figured that out.

Lowering himself for precaution, he stared at the prize dragon, laying sideways on its right, that seems to be knocked unconscious, and tied up by his bola. Its life is now in Hiccup's hand.

He picked up his dagger (since it's the best weapon he can carry right now) and walked slowly towards the creature.

"Oh, wow. I-I did it. This-this fixes everything, yes!" he pumped his fist in the air, resting his right foot on top of the Fury. "I have brought down this mighty beast!-"

"ROOAARRRR!" The dragon stirred suddenly, which causes Hiccup - in fear - to fall back against the large, gray, cold stone wall...and almost peeing himself.

Picking himself back up, Hiccup pointed his knife at the dragon and slowly walked back to the spot where he was standing. Thinking that now it was safe, he looked into one the dragon's eye and viciously whispered, "I'm gonna kill you, dragon." He held the dagger up, "I am gonna cut out your heart out and take it to my father. I am a Viking." He closed his eyes and got ready for the blow, thinking with the same thought from last night of how all of this was going to end: No more hatred from others, no more teasing from others, no more pain, no more humiliation. All of that will soon be replace by appreciation, kindness, glory, respect, heroism, but most importantly...peace.

But something in the being's eyes caught his conscious. He looked back down.

The dragon's eyes were still open, just staring.

"I am a VIKING!" he yelled, desperate to get the message through the dragon's head and ignore its stare.

But its eyes; something in them that he just couldn't shake it away.

Was it emotions he saw? Was it fear? Was it pain? But that couldn't be, right? Dragons don't have feelings, or possess any human likeness, they are monsters, the Devil's minions, he thought.

He opened his eyes once more and saw that the dragon closes his own, making a mourning sound, rest in defeats, prepared for death...

As if he wanted it.

As if it's just how the boy had wished it upon himself before too.

He couldn't do it. No one matter how hard he tried to put in doubts, he knew he couldn't do it. He won't!

This-this was wrong!

Sighing and lowering his dagger he whispered, "I did this," as a way of describing his shame washing over him. He turned to leave, but stopped at his track.

He couldn't just leave this animal tangled up, stuck all alone in these woods. In fact, the chances of anyone in this village knowing this location except himself were very, very slim.

This creature would starve to death...

Starving was the worst way to die than getting stab. He knows it, because he's been through it. A few years ago, he was trapped in a snow storm in the middle of a cave - well known as a playground for children - through an avalanche for days. Once the search party had finally found him, he was much skinnier than he was before, and he was very much in pain; he just wanted to die and put himself out of his misery. In addition, Tuffnut - who, like Snotlout, loves to tease Hiccup - came over to him one day of his recovery and just said that they could have founded him many days earlier...if they had remembered him.

They had forgotten him, how cruel was that?

So, in the end, it left him with only one choice...

SNAP!

That was the sound of a rope being cut off one by one as Hiccup tries freeing the dragon. Not only was he surprised himself, but also the Night Fury. This type of action was unknown to dragon history; a boy sparing a dragon's life.

Suddenly, the last rope snapped and the Night Fury charged at the boy, pinning him on the ground, just for precaution. You got to admit, the boy did spare him. So, staring at the small, green, acidic eyes for a few second, on what seems like an hour, he came to decision to let the boy live.

He roared at his face.

He crawled away in lighting speed.

He jumped and flew away (although he kept crashing into obstacles).

The boy stood back up in shock. This type of action was unknown to human history; a dragon sparing a human's life.

He walked away slowly as multiple thoughts shot through his mind, I just threw the only chance of acceptance, I just threw the only chance of love from my father, I just threw EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED FOR AWAY! and with that last thought, and from many trauma and shock in such a sort moment, he passed out, not too sure if he would come to regret this decision. Funny, there's actually a huge difference between you wanting something, than you thinking you want something.

I feel like a fool... was his last thought as he slowly faded into darkness.

However, unknowingly, in the deep end of the back his mind...

It gave this young man a little piece of hope.

AN: Alright, you know the drill; review please!